Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 248 Chapter 240 Seventh: Workshop

Uncle Zhang's eldest daughter-in-law, Mrs. Qian, first saw Song Qiu coming to her house, called her mother-in-law, and then stepped out of the vegetable garden to say hello.

"Aqiu girl, come in and sit down!"

"Grandma Zhang, Aunt Dakui, Aunt Daquan, where are you pulling weeds?" Song Qiu smiled and called someone to say hello, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit down on the stool Qian had brought.

Mrs. Zhang still had mud on her hands, so she asked her second daughter-in-law to wash her hands and bring out a bowl of water for Song Qiu to drink.

Song Qiu hurriedly waved his hands and said no, and after a few pleasantries about the rabbits of the Zhang family, he started to get down to business, "Grandma, I want to pack a meal for the workers at noon, so as to avoid the trouble of running around. My workshop is right next to you, so it’s convenient. The pots and stoves in the workshop can’t be used anymore. Can I use your pots and stoves?

Just make one meal at noon, your family will see who is free to help make this meal, I will send you the food and vegetables you need every day, and the cook will also pay you twenty yuan a day, what do you think, grandma? "

It's really easy to cook just one meal and spend twenty cents a day like everyone else in the workshop.

But borrowing other people's pots and stoves and using other people's firewood are all included in it. After careful calculation, it is about the same.

When Mrs. Zhang heard that it was such a good thing, how could she not respond?
They have a lot of families, and when they are free, they just do one meal at noon. There are about twenty people who cook two pots of vegetables and one pot of porridge.

Immediately responded, "Okay, Aqiu girl, you want my family, don't worry, your Aunt Dakui is ready for tea and rice, I will make this meal for her, and I promise to make it for you every day!"

They are all from the same village, and she knows everything about Zhang's family. Song Qiu has nothing to worry about.

Besides, if you look down and don't see those who look up, there is no such thing as stealing vegetables and food, and the village head's house is not far away.

Who in their village doesn't listen to Mr. Tang?

Having decided on the cooking, Song Qiu went back to the workshop and told the big guys to pack a meal at noon from tomorrow, so that he wouldn't bother to run home every day to eat before coming back.

When everyone heard it, they were very happy to have a meal at noon and save some for the family.

On the contrary, the two young daughters-in-law who came late for dinner today blushed a little, and then started to do things more numbly.

Song Qiu looked back and forth, and saw that all the processes were done well. This morning, the long bucket was only a finger's height high, and it probably couldn't be full today.

Before it started to settle, Song Qiu took Manju and others to scoop out the slurry in two of the long buckets, put them in one place, and filled them with the remaining long bucket, covered them with oiled paper cloth, and let them Put it aside, let it sit overnight, and come tomorrow morning to pour out the water on it, then replace it with clean water and soak it.

This time a long bucket was missing, Song Qiu first used a large wooden basin to replace it, and when the wooden basin was full, just poured it into the long bucket next to it.

Until it was dark and the work was over, the slurry water that was gathered together was only about to fill a long bucket.

During the Song and Autumn period, I went to Liu Caigui's house again to see if the remaining two long barrels were ready.

In the second half of the year, carpenters were booming, and there were many people looking for carpenter Liu to make furniture, cupboards, etc. He had a good reputation in several nearby villages.

Now I have a lot of work, with two sons, and even my daughter-in-law is helping me, so I can't handle it every day.

However, Song Qiu's job here is still tight, and the long barrels that were sent over first were driven out with extra points.

Seeing Song Qiu approaching, Liu Caigui said: "Tomorrow afternoon, everything will be ready and sent to the workshop. Don't worry, Aqiu. I'll take care of you!"

Not to mention that he earned a lot of money by building inns for Song Qiu, he would not neglect Song Qiu here.

Of course, he is also divided into relatives and distances in his heart. They are all from the same village, so he will not slow down his family first.

Just because the carpentry work was too busy, their family didn't have anyone in that workshop, so they gave up the spot to the Luo family next door, Aunt Caihua who had the same name as his wife Huang Caihua.

Song Qiu listened, nodded his thanks, said something about hard work, and settled the money.

For those in the same village, Liu Caigui only charged the manual fee for this kind of thing, and did not charge for the wood materials like other villages.

In the early morning of the second day, Song Qiu made breakfast in the kitchen of his home, and went to the workshop with old Yuan.

And Zhang Lihua and Ah Ling went to the inn first to get busy.

Song Qiu thought that the sweet potatoes were almost harvested, so she had to go to the town when she was free. Du Chuanfu took the blueprints drawn last night, and asked him to go to the town to find a blacksmith to make them in two days. Just go get it together.

When I arrived at the workshop, all the workers had already arrived. With the experience of working the day before, needless to say, I started to do my own work spontaneously.

Song Qiu checked the oatmeal that had been soaked overnight, and together with Manju and others poured out the settled water, stirred the starched powder at the bottom, poured clean water into it, and continued to settle.

Change the water several times, the starch that comes out will be better and whiter.

Manju and the others saw it with their own eyes, and there was a layer of smooth powder in the water, which was similar to the glutinous rice balls made during the Chinese New Year. They thought this was what Ah Qiu wanted.

I don't know what kind of food it is, maybe it is boiled with sugar water like glutinous rice balls?

But what's the point of tying it up in a cloth bag and hanging it to drain, and soaking it in water?
Don't ask if you don't understand, just wait and see.

However, I finally understood that the sweet potatoes were peeled and grated to make something.

Not long after, some other villagers came into the village with their burdens and asked about the workshop.

Seeing the battle inside, they were washing sweet potatoes and grinding mills. They didn't know what they were doing, but they knew that this was some kind of workshop run by the Song family in Songshan Village.

"Is Aunt Song's here? We are here to sell sweet potatoes, shall we still accept them now?" Someone yelled into the yard.

Song Qiu had already seen the group of people outside the courtyard, probably from the same village, they collected sweet potatoes and arranged to pick them up together.

There are still many people.

So she quickly agreed, and followed the old Yuan to greet people to come in. It was still the old Yuan who looked at the name, and she listened to the number and paid the bill.

Seeing the people queuing up and looking straight at the workers, Song Qiu frowned.

I originally thought that the yard is big, and it is convenient to do it in the yard, so there is no need to carry it too much trouble.

But being watched like this, although it is not enough to spy on her method of making starch, it is like watching a monkey show, which is not good.

Song Qiu thought about moving it later, the grinder was too heavy, so it stayed where it was, washing and cutting sweet potatoes stayed where it was, and moved the last process of scooping the pulp to the backyard.

"Hey! Big niece, all the sweet potatoes in your house have been washed?"

Just as she was thinking about it, the sound of her milk came into her ears. Song Qiu looked over and saw that the baskets picked by the people in the front row were all being weighed, and her grandmother was pointing at the baskets and asking the woman.

She poked her head and took a look, and saw that the sweet potatoes had been washed, without any mud, and they were clean.

(End of this chapter)